Pandora is so excited she trips and falls on her face. But pops right back up and runs circles around the phone excitedly chittering.

"Momma Momma Momma! I found the talking fire! The talking fire gave me ice! I hurt my head. It was too tall! The door was! And then I hurt my head! And then it was all fuzzy, and then the fire talked to itself, and then it said it was going to call you for me!"

Listening to the response.

"Uh huh. Uh huh. No, just me and the talking fire."

Then an abashed look.

"No, Momma. Pandora was a good owl. A good good owl." Hop hop anxiously.

"Uh huh. Okay. Bye!"

To Prometheus, "Momma said she was going to come back to get me soon. After she looks after some snakes."